Prologue – The Whispering Library

Fernando hesitated, then, remembering the stories his mother told him as a child—tales of brave knights, clever tricksters, and hidden kingdoms—he wrote: “From the ashes of the old world, a phoenix shall rise, bearing a city of glass and crystal, where the rivers sing and the sky is stitched with starlight.” The words shimmered, and the floor beneath his feet cracked open, revealing a portal that led to a realm exactly as he had described: a city of crystal towers where rivers sang lullabies and the sky glittered with constellations that formed living tapestries.

Fernando Dofantasy was not born into grandeur. He was the third son of a humble cobbler in the bustling market district, his hands forever stained with leather and his mind forever wandering to realms beyond the cobbler’s shop. While other boys his age learned to wield swords or trade spices, Fernando spent his evenings perched on the rooftop, gazing at the twin moons and dreaming of dragons that rode the night winds.